[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Chapter 33

A quarter of an hour later, the living room on the second floor of 221B Baker Street.

"That's what he said?" Sherlock sat in his sofa chair, his expression calm and unpredictable.

Wei Yang nodded.He leaned against the table with his arms folded, thinking about the details in his mind.Morning, Square, Photos, Dialogue.It seems that each of them implies something, and it seems that they are all his own thoughts.It is even more tragic that the system gives a lot of information at this time, because there are too many, and it is difficult to analyze and predict.

Then he couldn't help but think, Moriarty is playing a comrade who keeps pressing his cell phone, maybe there are some clues in it that he didn't find?It seemed most likely, as far as he knew, that the counseling offender had no particular preference for performance art.

Or, he guessed wrong, and he just fell into the hard-to-get trap laid out by Moriarty, and thus fell into the quagmire of thinking and became suspicious?

Finally, at this critical moment, why does Moriarty's favorability remain motionless?When has it been so honest?The system is not really broken, is it?

Sherlock has the same opinion as Wei Yang on the former aspect. "Where did you say he was?" His fingers tapped nimbly on the keyboard of the laptop on his lap, "Tefalaga Square, the fourth pedestal? Ah——" There was a little disappointment in his voice, "His That hour is over, now it's time for a substitution."

"You also think he won't be interested in that kind of volunteer activities?" Wei Yang looked at him sideways. "so……?"

"So he really has other plans." Sherlock took it quickly, without stopping at all.Within half a minute, he suddenly breathed out: "Yes, that's right - there are four pedestals in Tefalaga Square, the first three have fixed sculptures, only the last one is empty, and it is said that it will be reserved for the queen. He looked up from the screen, his eyes sparkling, "That's why he wanted to go! Some kind of King's Landing?"

"It sounds like that." Wei Yang nodded in agreement, this guess is reasonable. "So that's a hint of what he's going to do next? He's taking the initiative and keeping us running?"

"It's possible." Sherlock squinted his eyes, and started looking for local news again.If Moriarty had already made a move, he would surely find clues.

but none.All is calm, and the reporting rate of Scotland Yard is three percentage points lower than usual.

"It's impossible!" Sherlock was a little annoyed. "Even if he changes his mind often, it's definitely not now! The game has just started, and he must have already set the game up!"

"Maybe he just made us nervous on purpose." Wei Yang tried to appease him, although he didn't believe it himself.

Sherlock gave him a sharp look. "Indeed, either I haven't noticed his preparations, or it's the kind you mentioned, and I personally prefer the former." He paused, and added: "Actually, we all know that he Seriously."

Wei Yang didn't know what to say for a moment.Of course he knew that Moriarty wasn't joking, and the yellow text on the system proved it.Moreover, the name Reichenbach still hinted at him that this task was life-threatening. "...well, you're always right," he admitted resignedly.

"You're worried." Sherlock pointed this out, but not particularly harshly.

Wei Yang pursed his lips and stared at Mr. Skull on the fireplace, as if he suddenly became very interested in it.Can he not worry?You know, when Conan Doyle wrote Reichenbach Falls, he really wanted Holmes and Moriarty to die together.If it is not too much pressure on the readers, this will be the finale of the "Sherlock Holmes" series.

Who wouldn't worry about a finale where everyone dies?

Wei Yang didn't answer, and Sherlock didn't speak immediately.He carefully observed Wei Yang's expression, and then looked back at the somewhat aged skull. "You're worried about death. Why? Things haven't even begun to emerge."

Wei Yang was speechless.He couldn't tell what was in the book any more than he could think of this place as just a game.That's the downside of fully immersive games, the longer you stay inside, the more emotion you inevitably pay.Although there are some differences from the people in his impression, everyone he knows here is a real person and cannot be equated with virtual characters. "When Moriarty says 'destroy,'" he said dryly at last, "what do you think I'm going to think of?"

"It doesn't matter what he said, the point is what you think." Sherlock stood up, put the notebook on the desk, and then turned to look directly at Wei Yang. "If you're already nervous, that's half the battle for his plan."

"That's right." Wei Yang rubbed his face vigorously.He was actually scared by himself, because he still remembered Reichenbach, which made things a little more complicated; Sherlock thought it was Moriarty, which is not wrong, it was Moriah after all. Dee let him see Reichenbach's hint. "It's useless to think about anything now, just wait for Lestrade to call us." The soldiers came to cover the water and earth, and they had to work hard for the final victory!

"He's definitely going to fight," Sherlock replied, his voice suddenly softer. "A perfect gauntlet, I think so." A smile slanted upward on his lips as he said this.

Facts have proved that this gauntlet is not only perfect, it is simply too perfect.The next morning, in just 10 minutes, the security system of the Tower of London, the National Bank of England, and the management system of Bentonville Prison were invaded one after another.

When Lestrade received the news that someone had broken into the Treasure Hall of the Tower of London, he immediately led people to set off, in a hurry.Because what is exhibited in the Treasure Hall is the imperial crown (made in the Victorian era, just listening to the name knows that it is unique and precious), the king's scepter (inlaid with the world's largest diamond, and the second largest is on the crown), and royal power. Orb (for coronation).Any one of these three items, even if it is only a small piece, is enough to make him lose his job.

At that time, Lestrade thought that nothing could be worse.As a result, when he was rushing to the car to the Tower of London, he received news of the next two events, and for a moment he just wanted to die—is this the end of the world coming early?

Therefore, when the heavily armed riot police entered the treasure house with their submachine guns, everyone was stunned by what they saw——

The bulletproof glass on the protective cabinet has been shattered, and a man is sitting lazily on the throne inside.The imperial crown is on his head, while the scepter and the royal ball are in his left and right hands.At the same time, he was chewing gum and listening to the Mp3, quite casually.Perhaps because he heard the climax of the music, he shook his head slightly, so that he smiled at the policemen when he faced a row of black hole muzzles.

It seemed like a bad joke, the thief got the treasure but didn't want to leave, but no one else could laugh.Even when Moriarty was handcuffed without a fight, most of them thought it was definitely they were sleepwalking; no one would do something so risky with no reward, it would be so boring .

When Lestrade said this, Wei Yang and Sherlock were watching the surveillance records of the Treasure Hall when Moriarty made a move.From the camera, other tourists rushed out immediately after the alarm was sounded.But Moriarty stayed, dealt with the only guard, and then used the entrained diamond to scratch a crack in the glass, and then smashed it, very simple.

But the point is that Moriarty has a relaxed and happy expression throughout the process.He was humming a song and stepping on the chacha. He didn't look like he was stealing, but he looked like a spring outing.

It's a pity that none of the three people present could laugh.Especially Sherlock, he guessed Lestrade's intention to find him after just one look. "I don't know," he said, wondering why Moriarty had scratched "Looking for Sherlock..." on the glass.There seemed to be a few more letters behind, but they were blocked by the back of the chair, so I could only guess from the movement.

It is obvious that the other party did it on purpose, because from the perspective of the camera, the characters are read in normal order; when Moriarty wrote, he was facing the camera, which means that he wrote the words in reverse. "And what's written below? Has the analysis result of the glass shards come out?" Sherlock turned his head sharply and asked.

"They're working on it," Lestrade said.He frowned, obviously very puzzled by this matter: "What the hell is going on, Sherlock? Several of the most secure network systems in the UK were hacked almost at the same time, and he wrote this, which means you know how it happened Did it?"

"It's none of my business," Sherlock said firmly. "I don't know what's going on."

Lestrade stared at him, and finally shrugged.Truth be told, he believed in Sherlock, but the rest of Scotland Yard clearly didn't think so.Especially Anderson and Donovan, spread the threat of freaks everywhere. "It's better to find out about this matter as soon as possible. You know, it's going to be a big mess this time."

The two of them said goodbye and both had something on their minds.Sherlock was still thinking about what hints Moriarty gave him—the code he should have, or something like that—but he found nothing; while Wei Yang was thinking about the order in which Moriarty wrote the reverse characters, After making sure I guessed right, I felt bad right away.

"I haven't seen him lately," Sherlock murmured, gnashing his teeth a bit, as he walked out the gates of Scotland Yard. "What the hell is he referring to? If only I could find 'sweetheart', we'll know by elimination. Repeat." What's the part of it—that's the key." Of course, he could deduce what Moriarty wrote where the camera couldn't see it, but the situation was complicated now, and he planned to see the situation first.

"I'm afraid that 'sweetheart' doesn't know either." Wei Yang answered him with a stiff face. "Because he is like you. At best, he has seen a photo and a silent video recently." He can guarantee the authenticity of this statement, because if there is something, the system will give him a yellow reminder, and the simplest will have a name , and he really didn't see anything suspicious.

"You're the one..." Sherlock was slightly surprised, but immediately returned to his usual self. "I see. He wants to kill two birds with one stone and kill us at the same time?" So, when Moriarty wrote "Sweetheart", it made sense both from his point of view and from the other party's own point of view, and it was a pun; I don't know what Moriarty called Wei Yang, but I can deduce another person's name from his name and their superficial relationship——

Sherlock couldn't help squinting.Sure enough, it is a good plan to advance step by step! "I'm afraid we'd better have some snacks lately," he said in a deep voice. "Someone must be trying to capture us both."

In the next few days, the situation changed.The impact of this incident was quite bad, and the Metropolitan Police had to release many details to the outside world.Then some people spread the word that breaking those networks can be done with a common backdoor key.A small piece of program or code that is fairly simple and quite effective.The major forces moved upon hearing the news, and everyone wanted to obtain this invincible weapon.The most obvious and direct manifestation is that there are four famous killers in the world in the residents of Baker Street in an instant.According to Sherlock, although Moriarty is still in custody, everything that happens outside is still under his control.

Before Judgment Day came, Mycroft visited 221B first.Sherlock still didn't welcome his arrival. "What are you doing here again? It's none of your business."

"Someone wants to attack my brother, and you say it's none of my business?" Mycroft raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come on, you and I know what's going on." Sherlock made a harsh trill on the violin, "Don't pretend you care about me."

"I've always cared about you."

"Here we go again, the bitter old argument." Sherlock saw the wood again. "I thought you cared more about that program," he said sarcastically, "how? Didn't it work out?"

"Have tried everything available, and he won't say anything," said Mycroft. "There are only some things that make him talk." Looking at his calm expression when he spoke, no one could imagine what "some things" were—he gave Moriarty some of Sherlock's information.

But Sherlock is obviously not an ordinary person. "Glad I'm still selling for a good price," he snorted.

"Don't be angry, Sherlock." Mycroft pressed the bridge of his nose and frowned. "It's a big risk to believe it, and I don't want any surprises."

"I thought you couldn't wait," Sherlock said, but there was less sarcasm in his tone. "No third person knows about this, right?"

"True," Mycroft replied. "Some people will know some truth, but only some. Most people will only see the illusion."

Sherlock snorted again. "Do you need me to praise you for your superb acting skills?"

"Each to each other." Mycroft smirked at him.

After saying this, the two brothers were silent for a while, and finally Mycroft broke the silence: "For safety's sake, I suggest you live with Yang recently."

"Is that convenient for you to monitor?" Sherlock said bluntly.

"That's protection." Mycroft corrected him softly but firmly. "It's unlikely to completely hide him, and he is also one of the targets. I think you must have considered this and don't want to make mistakes, right? ? Or," he dragged his voice slightly, "are you scared?"

Sherlock stared at him for three seconds. "You can go now." He gave the order to evict, and went back to sawing.

Mycroft frowned at the sound, then turned and went downstairs.Of course he couldn't stay too long, because that would be too suspicious, and he had a lot of things to do.But judging by Sherlock's reaction...

Outside the door, the little black car was waiting for him.Mycroft looked up to the opposite side, then slipped in.